I'm running low On your love You can see it in my eyes So swollen in time From crying I'm not dealing with myself I'm feeling inside out And I'm frightened I'm over-thinking everything

I be crying hey, train carried my girl away I be crying hey, that train carried my girl away from town Where were you when the train left town I was standing on the corner, my head hanging down Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Show me the woman that I can

You should have told me, Lucy That's a long time How do you do, Lucy? You sure been hard to find I heard you had a daughter six years old And I just can keep from crying Six years and Lucy Lord, have mercy Is she pretty? Has she grown?

It's not over before it's too late She's all alone again Wiping the tears from her eyes Someday he feels like dying She gets so sick of crying An extraordinary girl She's an extraordinary girl It's not over 'till you're underground This city's burnin'

Did you see your friend crying from his eyes today Did you see him run through the streets and far away Did you see him run, did you see him fall Did his life flash by at the bedroom door Did you hear the news it came across the air today Someone has

And it's not so far to go to find trouble. Ginger dyed her hair red to it her name Burny pocked his arms with a pack of camel lights Long sleeves outdoors to keep the kids from crying And ginger climbed the high wire just to make them cheer. Trapeze

Here crying from the rooftops Nothing can stop us if we believe Here giving it my best shot baby I find that we can be free When you're here with me When you're on your own and you feel lost When your heart's a mess though you've given your best I'll be

Where thrills are cheap, and love's divine I'm looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying But I can't find no place or nothing, Where thrills are cheap and love is divine Dusty and you are, dirty from chain Lips of your kisses are

It's like a heatwave burning in my heart (It's like a heatwave) I can't keep from crying Tearing me apart (Ooh, ooh heatwave) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, he's gonna love her)

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His